The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Brian had completely lost control of his life. Last week he was the captain of the football team, dating a successful cheerleader, and up for the presidency of his frat. Now he was fantasizing about coach Forman as he rode through the seedier part of town in the cab of his pickup truck. His every thought seemed to revolve around the big hands and harsh voice of the older man. The domination at the hands of his superior opened up a whole new realm of sexual fantasies to him. He was constantly having thoughts of being tied up and forcefully fucked by the man he used to disregard contemptuously.

Forman had told him to put on his practice clothes and meet him at his truck. Brian didn’t even think to ask where the coach would take him. But as the truck pulled into a parking place in front of a store called “The Bit.” A sleazy Porno shop he knew of because he had been here once with a couple of buddies, They had all got together to by dildo’s to use on their girlfriend’s.

He was covered in sweat and walked gently due to the fact that his ass had almost been ripped raw from the harsh paddling that he had oddly gladly submitted to.

It was with this bow legged anxious strut that he and Forman who all but led him by the nose entered the porn shop. Every time he slowed or hesitated the big man grabbed him by his belt and swatted his causing the taunt flesh smack loudly. And even though he wanted to hate the feeling he had to repress the urge to the thank him. The usual cocky bragging speech that Brian used as basic communication was no where to be found. In fact he hadn’t said a word since the coach told him to get in the car. Every time he went to speak, to say he wanted to leave, to say he wanted the coach to stop slapping his ass, to say anything at all he was stopped by one look from Forman.

He had always thought of himself as imposing but now he almost cowered behind the coach his hands were held tightly behind his back and his head was hanging down pushing his bangs into his eyes. His posture wasn’t the awe inspiring broad shouldered lumber of the peerless athletic star, it was the shuffle of someone who knew their place and liked it.

They passed a guy with a shaved head and what seemed a thousand piercings on their way to the back of the store. He gave Brian a knowing and lecherous grin. He flinched visibly when his gaze returned with brutal anger. How dare that pervert look at him like that? He wasn’t some kind of freak. As soon as Forman let him go he was gonna come back and teach that queer a lesson.

He turned quickly to catch up to the other man’s powerful strides. He was led to a rack at the back of the store covered in a variety of leather garments. Brian had only a second to inspect and become weary of the hanging clothes before john grabbed him by the chin in vice like grip. The coach’s other hand clutched his sore ass roughly. “You’ve disrespected that uniform boy.” He tisked, “You don’t deserve to wear it.”

The quarterback lowered his eyes in shame at the big man’s displeasure. “I’m sorry.”

“I still don’t believe you. I don’t think you should be aloud to wear it until your honestly sorry boy. What do you think?”

Brian was going to disagree loudly but for some reason he became even more intensely turned on at the prospect of helping in his humiliation “I think....you’re right.” He ended in a strangled whisper. And then with out even realizing what he was doing he added, “master.” At the utterance of the word he became so hard he thought he would explode again right there.

“Good. Now we’re going to get you a new uniform to help teach you that lesson.” And with that his new master began pulling things from the racks of the seedy back alley shop. After much consideration he settled on a few select items and turned to the store clerk who Brian had glared at early. “You got somewhere he can change?”

The clerk looked confused for a second then shrugged and said, “they’re some stalls in the back you can use.”

“Thanks buddy,” Forman grabbed his boy and pushed him through the door the clerk had mentioned. Brian looked ominously at the leather pile in his hand, which caused him to smile cruelly before he ordered “strip!”

Without a moments hesitation the once insolently independent man began to peel off the grimy practice uniform with the immediate response of someone conditioned to follow command. As he removed the tattered shirt and slid his practice pants to the floor releasing his painfully rigid dick, Brian thought of what a nice change it was to not have to fight everything his coach said. To instead of listening to his pride and letting rule his life, just giving into someone else’s control. He stood stoically with an eager smile on his face when he finished. He was as almost as big as Forman and he was much bigger then half the men his age but now under this man’s gaze he felt weak and inadequate. All the brawn and muscle he had earned with countless hours on the playing field meant nothing and he was helpless as a child under the disapproving eyes of the man he had willingly called master.

Forman looked at Brian in a detached way, the way one would look at a piece of property you owned and were considering the value of. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed the younger man’s large arms and turned him around violently. He was forced to brace himself by placing his arms in front of him against the wall of the stall. The coach kicked his taunt calves apart spreading his legs wide causing the soreness in his ass to become a fiery pain. His big coarse paws roamed all over Brian’s virile body inspecting every inch.

He began to fasten a tight back thong around his waist. It hooked onto a studded leather belt. The belt was then buckled onto a tight leather harness that was looped over his shoulders. His hair was grabbed and his head yanked back so that a wide collar could be wound round his neck. The coach slid two large leather boots on his big feet and then laced them up meticulously. In all the time it took to redress him Brian had only moved inches.

He was spun around so that he and his master could admire their handiwork in a nearby mirror.

The proud College celebrity took one look at his ridiculously dressed Form and turned away quickly with a strangled gasp of repugnance. Brian was repulsed. HE looked like something out of one of his nightmares. One with a dungeon theme. His sun tanned hairy body seemed different. As if the restricting leather made him bigger by squeezing him to capacity. It was humiliating to be dressed like this side show and in that humiliation he was disgusted to find he was overjoyed. The large harness crisscrossed his bare chest in an X formation. It covered nothing. And it even had large silver hoops sewn into it that encircled his revealed nipples. The bands of leather that were pulled taunt across him were decorated with dangling hoops that shook when he moved and made him feel less like a man and more like some kind of animal dressed for show. The worst part was the flimsy covering for his cock was made to push his cock and balls forward to show them off and forced him to walk with his ass sticking out.

“What seems to be the problem boy?”

“I look like god damn freak!” He yelled reclaiming some of the superiority of his regular attitude.

“No,” a big hairy ham fisted hand ran down his spine, “You love this. You love the way the Leather feels and how it makes you look, and you’re grateful I showed you.”

Brian stared at his degraded appearance in the seedy mirror of the back room of the porn shop. Brian was a proud cock of the walk strutting football star; the man in the mirror was very different. The man in the mirror looked exactly like Brian. He had Brian’s short cropped ear length blonde-brown hair. Brian’s thick frat boy, college boy muscled body. He Had Brian’s hairy chest. He had Brian’s ruggedly handsome face with its strong chin, and dominating eyes. But the way the man in the mirror stood, with his head tucked between the broad football shoulders, his feet shifting and his eyes looking like a docile puppy made it clear that he didn’t look like Brian should.

Not to mention the fact that he was wrapped head to toe in skimpy leather and adorned in steel.

But it wasn’t bad. It was hot. The tight leather brushing against his skin was insanely thrilling. He never knew Leather could feel this damn good. The way it felt like a second skin tucked on top of him. It was almost animalistic. He didn’t feel emasculated by the weird outfit now he felt like it gave him more prowesses. Even more of the hot man he was. The way his chest was bound with Leather straps, the tight bicep band, the restricting Collar straining around his thick neck they were all incredibly sexy. The pronounced way his ass moved and the flagrant way his cock protruded in front of him made Brian feel like that was what he had been reduced to: Just sex. That’s all he was now. A glorified tool for the Coach’s pleasure.

The thought made his erect dick leak pre-cum like a faucet.

He tried to focus his thoughts and muster his energy to fight back against these foreign urges that beat through his body like war drums. But he found suddenly that his appearance turned him on. The wide Collar must of all. It confined the range of motion of his neck because it was so big. The coach saw him admiring it and ran his hands through Brian’s hair “There’s a good boy.” And then as a reward he took a long chain from the wall and attached it to the collar giving the college boy a good-sized leash that he could be lead around on. He was a dog. An animal to fulfill his masters need. And that thought made him happier then any other in his entire life.

“Well I’m afraid we’re going to have to start training you boy. So your good and ready for me.” Forman said hotly. “First we’re going to have to get the hungry little ass of yours used to a big dick inside of it.” He reached behind him and pulled out a butt plug and cock ring. He easily moved the flimsy material of the thong. He took the long erect cock in his hands rocketing Brian into sexual euphoria “This’ll make sure your always good and hard for me,” and then he took two large fingers and shoved them angrily into the man’s virgin hole. It caused the poor boy to yelp and squirm. “And this is so your cunt is always nice and ready for me.” The large Butt plug jarred Brian with its girth and slid it into his ass, which was completely unaccustomed to the treatment it was receiving.

The degradation was becoming too much for Brian’s poor battered psyche and the pain and discomfort of the thing in his ass was the last straw. Tears of shame began to trickle down his dirty cheek unbidden.

He felt the coach’s strong thumb brush against his dirty cheek to brush away the tear that was leaking out of his once stone eye. “It’s all right sweetheart.” He said comfortingly and then he darted his arm out suddenly and grabbed Brian by his leather clad balls with such force that it made Brian yelp in a high soprano, “But if you don’t stop crying I’ll give you something to cry about.” He growled applying force to the tender flesh forcing the quarterback’s huge from to quiver in pain and fear. Brian made one move to resist.

“Yes sir,” he said meekly.

“Now boy I want you to show me how much you appreciate my helping you apologize.” Forman removed his own sweaty shirt revealing the broad expanse of his colossal chest. He was damp with sweat and as the shirt fell to the floor Brian was washed in the deep musk of a man’s sent. The pungent aroma of the coaches sweat and the masculine aroma of his heavy body. As he stretched the sweatshirt off above his head, his cumbersome arms lifted into the air revealing the dark patched of dense hair under his suntanned shoulders. “Come here.”

Brian immediately shuffled toward the man he had once openly mocked. Walking was still very uncomfortable due to the cock ring and of course the butt plug that sat awkwardly in his recently deflowered ass. The pain and discomfort made him walk delicately like leather bound little ballerina. He stopped directly in the in coaches stony gaze. Both men were roughly the same height but now it seemed to Brian that the coach was so much taller then him, so much bigger, so much more imposing then he had once been.

One big paw came to rest on his exposed shoulder and began needing the hard flesh, “Now Boy, stick out your tongue.” He complied. The other paw grabbed a hold of the released organ of speech harshly, “You used this to mouth of to me all season, now I want you to use it productively. I was in such a rush to get you the discipline you need I didn’t have time to shower. Give me one now.” He released the tongue clenched in his fist.

Brian’s eyes got big with confusion and apprehension, “But how am I supposed to...” The paw on his shoulder grabbed his hair and forced his face down into the cleft of the coaches mammoth tits.

“Lick!”

His tongue was running along the grimy skin of the older man before he had time to process the thought. He swathed his mouth along the edge of the jutting pec flesh wiping down the coarse skin with ever stroke. The coach tasted of salty perspiration. The sweat from another man’s dirty body was running down his throat, Brian’s mind seemed to detach and look at the situation as an outsider. He realized that he was worshipfully licking a man’s gruff form but he had never even been this devoted or unselfish even when he was with a beautiful woman. What was going on with him?

The coach’s hand took control again and pushed Brian’s probing tongue up into his armpit. His nose was brushing against wiry dark hair and his lips were wet with ample moisture. The coaches strangely body odor clouded his mind. He started gagging. He felt like he was going to throw up.

“Stop being a pussy you know you love this.” Forman told him.

And suddenly it seemed true. The coach was right. His tongue bath became more intense and exuberant. He was wildly trying to suck up every inch of the coach’s hairy body. Roaming his slack and dry tongue all over him like a wild animal. Why hadn’t he ever realized this before? He had once thought he loved the fragrant smell of a soft woman but that was so wrong. He wanted to smell and taste a man. To adore the tough body of another man. Why hadn’t he ever taken advantage of being on a football team by sniffing the musky used equipment or bring a discarded jock up to his nose and jerkoff to the overpowering stench of another man’s crotch? He had missed so many opportunities. He could have been enjoying the perfume of dirty uniforms instead he was busy eating out sorority girls. What had he been thinking?

Forman grinned at his slave’s new fervor for bathing him. The boys savage manner was making his cock leak precum. The tongue ran savagely across the underside of his arms all through his pits, into the crevice of pecs, across the expanse of his back, along the edges of his half-Ab-half beer gut stomach until it lingered on one of his nipple’s. First the quarterback sucked and then he gently nipped. He stimulated the other mans nipple the way he had learned while trying to please the hundreds of woman he had bedded over the years. The entire mouth massage was the single most erotic experience that Forman had ever had. The only sound in the dressing room was Brian’s adamantly lapping tongue.

“All right that’s a good boy,” He cooed. “Now Clean off my tool.” He began unbuttoning his jeans.

Brian balked. He wasn’t going to suck another man’s Dick no matter what the coach said. That was going too far. He didn’t even consider the fact that back in the locker room he had let the other man brutally fuck him. In his tangled confused psyche he was still the straight quarterback, it’s just there were other incidentals now. He hadn’t let the coach spank him because he enjoyed it. He had to bend over and get beat because he was disobedient. Which was the reason he was now wearing all this queer as leather bullshit. And just because he was an utter slave to the sensuous smell of man funk and the taste of another guy’s ruddy skin that didn’t make him gay.

“What’s wrong boy?” Forman said noticing his protégé’s reticence at giving him the deep face fucking he deserved.

“I don’t like to suck dick sir.” His voice was that of an apologetic child.

“What?” Forman said angrily. “Yes you do, you can’t wait to get your big ole man lips around my rod. The reason you’ve been giving me so much shit is because you’ve been anxious to get your mouth around my heavy balls since you saw me showering with the team after practices. You’ve been hungry for this cock since day 1.” He held his phallus flagrantly in front of him like a cudgel. Gripping it as a visual aid.

And again after the coach told him so, it became true In his mind. The hugely erect cock in the other man’s hand that had once repulsed him now was what he wanted most on the planet. He looked at the cut marble perfection of every vein and was in lust. His memories began to change perspective. Innocent memories of casually glancing at the coach soaping down his meaty body next to him in the open showers of the locker room changed to hot sexual interludes of Brian tugging on his own lather covered dick to thoughts of taking one of the coaches heavy balls in his mouth. Strange that he didn’t remember envying and being enthralled by the older man’s dick until now. But he was definitely fucking enthralled now. His legs buckled out from under him and he was on his knees and face first into the groin of his coach before Forman had finished the word “one.”

He was ravenous, an insatiable animal, whose only thoughts were to have the dick. To passes it inside his mouth. To show the big man how much he appreciated the majesty of his cock.

“Go to it boy.”

And he did Brian began by controlling his desperate need to smother the Dick with his lips and gently lapping at the base of dick and sliding his tongue against the sensitive skin of his hefty sac. He flicked his tongue around the hairy spheres flirtatiously while running his fist up and down the shaft. He employed every tactic that years of having his own dick sucked by experienced and eager young woman had vicariously taught him. He was having his dick sucked by adoring female sports fans since age 13 so his body knowledge was impressive. His hand moved to the flesh hidden behind the coaches encroaching forest of pubic hair and rubbed it slowly while brushing his pursed and wetted lips along the mushroom head of the beautiful cock. He continued kissing the head around the piss slit catching the entire head in the ridiculously puckered soft tissue of hid inner lip. He learned that from a girl sophomore year of high school after a homecoming game.

After teasing the head of the cock he returned to making love to the coaches balls with his mouth. He ever so gently enclosed one fat fleshy pouch in the sensitive caress of his hot mouth and then began to slide his finger down the separation and down along the ridge of skin between the coach’s legs. He felt Forman’s granite thighs twitch and knew he was doing a good job. He learned that little trick from a cheerleader during senior week, who was a little trick in her own right. After swallowing the other ball like the first, he could no longer stave off his fulfillment.

With both big hands braced against the brick wall of the coaches hips Brian lurched forward with the same sped he would have broken through a defensive line and swallowed the penis all the way to the hilt. Forman almost lost his balance. There was nothing like having you whole dick deep throated on the first lunge, his date for the senior prom taught him that. He gauged himself on the long dick and as his nose hit skin and pubic hair the cock slapped against the membrane of his throat. He had the sudden fear that he might gag and ruin the greatest moment of his sexual life, but he took the immense girth of the pole with consummate ease.

He then settled into the steady lip and tongue stroking of the pole that every girl who had ever had the honor to suck on his stick had shown him. He was sliding his face up and down on the dick like it was a horizontal lollipop for what seemed hours, fucking fantastic hours. He didn’t want to give up his relentless slurping but his jaw began to ache from being stretched for so long. Then realizing Forman was probably close to giving up his seed Brian pulled out his favorite procedure. He leaned in impossibly far on a thrust and caught the head of the cock in the gullet of his throat and began to massage the head with the soft wet membrane. A girl had done that to him at a frat party once and He remembered it was like having your dick in a pussy and a throat at the same time. He longed to give Forman that, his magnificent cock deserved it.

He brought his head back and returned to sucking the spit dripping cock. Saliva slid off the length of the cock and down over Brian’s chin onto the fur of his chest, onto the floor, everywhere. Brian’s face was slick with the lube from his intent cocksucking. During all this Forman had been letting Brian doing all the work, keeping his hands on his tense ass or finger his nipple but that last throat fuck drove him beyond control and he put both hands on the back of his quarterbacks head and began ramming his hips into the man’s face and ferociously bobbing his head up and down on the length of his fiercely hard dick.

Until that Brian had not even looked up into the coach’s face because he was so mesmerized being able to suck at the cock he obviously was so craving. Now as his face was being speared without any effort of his own, he awkwardly shifted his gaze upward to see the strained look of pleasure that tightened his master’s face. Forman’s lip was curled and his eyes were closed and his big guns were heedlessly shoving his head into his groin over and over again rapidly. So this was what it was like to be face fucked? He had himself done it to many women, been so turned out that you abandoned all pretense and began primaly fucking away in their mouth. He never realized how lucky they all had been.

The revere of having his mouth be used was broken however when he felt the shaft jerk in his mouth and knew that the man was soon going to cum. He moved to pull away, but Forman was prepared for this eventuality, before his lips even left the head he was grunting above him, “No baby this is what you want. This is your reward. You want my cum in your mouth. You covet my juice. It’s the ultimate baby...” and then Brian was again convinced the man was right and he was ardently waiting for the pearly white fluid to snake down his throat. There was another flinch and the cock began spurting like an unsheathed firehouse. Jizz splattered onto the back of his throat and began pumping so hard and fast that he was trying frantically to get it all. He never tasted cum before. He had thought it would be disgusting. It was wonderful! It was so sensual, the ultimate expression of a man’s sexuality and he was desperate to take it all. But he had brought Forman so far that He was pumping out cum like a sailor on leave and his mouth overflowed before he could swallow it all and cords of spilling cum landed on his furry chest and even on the floor. Here was the star quarterback of the college football team on his knees in a ratty downtown porn shop, dressed in a queer dominatrix outfit with his mouth leaking cum like a 10-cent whore. If he wasn’t that quarterback he might have laughed.

When Forman’s cock was finally spent and laid sensually flaccid against Brian’s whiskered cheek. Brian instinctively made his move to retrieve the lost cum from the dirty floor of the dressing room. He leaned over shoving his ass out and displaying the lewd butt-plug from underneath the fabric of his little black Speedo. Without thinking he began licking the cum from the floor like a dog. Forman was at first shocked at the man’s behavior but then thought it was only fitting.

“You get it all boy?”

“Yes Sir,” Brian roared happily.

“Good put these on I’m ready to leave.” The coach threw a pair of little leather shorts at him with a wide tooth zipper in the front. He slid one thick leg threw it gracefully maintaining his balance and the second.

“Sorry for the modesty boy but we can’t get you arrested for indecent exposure ...yet.” His master said stroking the hair behind his ear soothingly. The quarterback bent into the caress like a pliant puppy or an eager schoolgirl his face wide with a sexually incoherent grin.

“Now get movin.” There was a wide handed slap on his ass forcing his cheeks to vibrate and he jumped to attention scurrying out of the booth.

As Forman went to the trashy fag behind the counter Brian realized how queer he must look it was one thing to have his master see him dressed up like this but not other people. He didn’t want people think he was gay or anything. His apprehension must have been apparent because Forman caught him lingering behind the shadow of the racks while he paid. “Come here boy.” Brian trotted unconfidently over to his master self consciously aware of how naked he seemed with only the straps and bare tatters of leather hiding his well built athletic form. With every step he could fell his hairy thighs rub together or the strain of the leather against his pecs.

He came up beside the big man and stood with his head down until he caught the faggy clerk leering at him “What the fuck are you looking at bitch.” He menaced.

The pierced and shaved clerk with his handsome jaw and heavy lips was taken aback unprepared for the ferocity of the leather boys voice. “Sorry,” he stammered.

“No don’t apologize!” Forman ordered. Then he grabbed Brains chain link leash and yanked his head up until they were nose to nose. “What the fuck was that” he yelled, spit and hot breath coating Brian’s cheeks.

“I don’t want that pussy ass fag looking at me sir.” Brian explained.

The coach looked confused for a minute and then considered the reaction, “I see...Well you were impolite to... he looked to the weary clerk searching for a name.

“Kyle.” He offered still seeming timid from behind his myriad of facial piercings.

Brian was upset that he had displeased his master, so he automatically mumbled unhappily “Sorry” to the man while fanaticizing in his head about how after his master left him go home he was going to come back and kick this bitch’s ass.

“That’s not enough.” The big man said with flat menace.

“What sir?”

“Show him how sorry you, get over there and suck his cock so he knows how sorry you really are you arrogant little shit.”

Kyle looked like he was completely confused and a little scared and Brian looked like a caged animal ready to bolt. He didn’t want to touch this Homo’s dick but he didn’t want to disobey his master...his head was starting to hurt.

“What’s wrong with you?” Forman demanded when Brian didn’t comply with his command.

“Sir I don’t want to touch this fairy’s dick that’s disgusting.”

“What are you talking about you just sucked me off like a true born cocksucker not three minutes ago.” The Coach looked at him like he was crazy.

The quarterback was humiliated that his master had said that he was a cocksucker in front of the clerk and reached up to his master’s ear and whispered, “yeah but that’s different you’re my master. I don’t like to suck dick sir, just yours.” he pleaded.

“Oh, I understand,” Forman realized.

“Thank you,” Brian said with relief turning away, the coach wouldn’t make him touch the fag trash.

The leash was jerked again and Brian’s head swung back around to meet the coach’s intent and somewhat frightening face and hot breath. “You are a cocksucker Brian.” It was a statement flat and to the point and Brian was going to protest but his mind seemed to cloud. “You love to suck dick. You want to worship and make love to men’s cocks. You love the feel of a big tool in your mouth sliding in and out; it doesn’t matter who it belongs to. And you’re always grateful to whoever is nice enough to allow you to put your cocksucker lips on his big hot cock. It’s not just my dick that makes your mouth water it’s every man’s, but you just want mine the most. You can’t walk down the street with out checking out the crouch on every guy in a ten-mile radius. You are always scoping out the bulge in their jeans judging the size and weight of their hidden dick and balls. You can’t meat another man without stealing a glance at the weight between his legs. That’s how much you love to suck dick.”

Thoughts of dick flooded Brian’s clouded mind, all the guys he had seen hanging loose in the showers from high school to college, all the men in tight Jeans walking the halls of school all the men in the frat bars whose laps he hardly noticed. And the coach’s words become true he was lust hungry for a dick. Without much thought he compliantly crawled over to the stunned porn store clerk and unzipped him nonchalantly. Reaching into his boxer briefs as casually as if he was shaking his hand and coaxed out his quickly hardening dick. “Holy shit.” the other man said.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, just wait till he gets his tongue on you.” Forman Chuckled.

The clerk had a nice sized piece but his balls were hidden behind the tight confine of his briefs giving Brains hungry mouth a little disappointment. However that just gave him more time to focus his attention on the clerk’s shaft. The guy, Kyle, had a really good dick with interesting features, it wasn’t just his face pierced, there was big gauge barbell going through his cock head that gave Brian a whole set of more lewd ideas of how to make the clerk come like a volcano.

The smell of the clerks sweaty crouch sent Brian’s head rolling in ecstasy and he had only begun to bob up and down on the Rigid cock before he felt that familiar tightening in his throat and knew the clerk was going to come. Above him the stranger was moaning wildly turned on by all rational thought by having the submissive jock forced to suck him dry. Forman must have noticed that the guy was ready to blow to because he grabbed Brian’s hair and pulled him off for a second. “You don’t swallow on anyone but me boy. Remember that.” Brian Nodded taking the new information into his mind as law and then returned to his ministrations on the Clerks sweat and spit soaked twitching dick. With both hands he gripped the shaft and began rapidly and savagely pumping the cock. His hands slicked up and down with sloppy sounds of saliva smacks. The clerk almost screamed as his metal speared dick began to erupt. Brian moved to turn his head to avoid being hit with the hot cum, but the coach pushed him back forward so the hot juice fell all over his chest and face. “I said don’t swallow, that doesn’t mean you can’t take a shower.” Drop after drop fell onto Brian’s dirty face and hairy chest and he just whorishly threw his head back and forth like the slut in a porno enjoying the sexual spray.

As the jizz hit his cheeks he could feel his own cock lurch in his leather cod piece and felt his own release stream across his tightly packed balls. He bucked and ran his hands across his cum covered chest making noises like a frenzied gorilla feeling so fucking hot because he was such a bitch for a hard cock.

The clerk looked like he was so spent he was ready to pass out and Brian just quietly moaned as he ran his fingers over his tired body. The clerk was zipping up when the coach broke his tight gaze on how hot his new little leather boy and put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Listen here pal. I think you owe my boy here a little something after that little show.”

The guy looked at him dubiously. “Look man I ain’t got no money...so.”

“Oh no,” the Coach laughed a good-natured hardy laugh that was completely out of place after what he had just witnessed. “I’m talking about a service for service rendered.”

“I get cha” the guy said catching on, “What were you thinking?” he said smiling.

“Nothing fancy just something simple.” They were both inspecting A weary Brian like they were talking about remodeling a house. “I think hoops...” he grabbed Brian’s fur covered big brown Nipple with a harsh tweak, “Two big fucking door knockers on each one of these tits.”

Brian’s eyes got big as the clerk went for a needle, “I think we can do that.”

When Forman said he wanted doorknockers he wasn’t lying. The hoops the viscous piercer inserted threw his tortured nipples were huge. They hung heavy off his chest and pulled the speared and sensitive nipple down stretching it under the weight. They were thick as all hell and as wide as a fucking beer can. The proud quarterback was mortified because in the middle of the first piercing he started screaming and crying, but the coach was right beside him holding his shoulder and patting his head. The coach was so good to him.

“Alright that’s enough for today let’s get you home before someone thinks I kidnapped you.” Forman announced after he saw the porn shop workers handiwork.

“Yes sir,” Brian answered a little dejectedly. He was upset that he was going to have be away from his Coach and master but glad he could get away from the weirdness of the day. He headed toward the back changing room to get his clothes.

“Where are you going boy?” Forman asked curiously.

“To go change back into my clothes sir.”

“What’s wrong with the way you’re dressed boy.” He said impatiently.

“Sir it’s alright if you see me like this but if people on the street see me, they’ll think...” he stuttered not trying to rise the coach’s anger but desperate not to be forced into public like this,

“They’ll think WHAT?”

“That I’m a fag.” He answered.

The clerk broke out laughing hysterically.

Forman sighed impatiently and slumped his shoulders. “You’re a fucking stickler for detail boy aren’t you?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” He grabbed his new protégé and forced him in front of the nearest mirror. Brian’s skin tingled to have the gorgeous brawny man touch his muscular bare shoulder. An Idea formed in the older man’s mind and his thick eyebrows came down mischievously, “Brian when you were in high school was there a kid you would beat on cause you thought he was gay?”

Brian considered cocking his head to the side, which was hard, because his collar restricted a lot of his motion. “Yeah there was this queer named Cori. Me and the guys used to blaze him a lot.” He chuckled.

The coach smiled, “Why’d you think he was gay?”

“Because he was always hanging out with the chicks...and plus he was a real fruit, he didn’t play any sports. He was in the glee club and musicals. He was singing all the time acting all fruity.” Brian offered.

The coach’s face hardened and he spoke directly into Brian’s ear. “Listen up my little leather boy, You love to sing. It’s your passion as much as Football. You want to be the best singer in the school as a matter of fact you want to be the best Alto in the county by spring term. You’ll sing anything but you like old Operas the best. You understand.”

Brian’s face looked repulsed for a second but then smoothed out benignly “Yes sir, I love to sing.”

“Well then boy we’ll have to get you voice lessons.” The coach offered.

The young man clapped with glee, “That would be great sir!”

At that moment the coach jerked him toward the mirror, “Now look at yourself Brian!”

The All Star Quarterback to a long glance at himself in the mirror at the coach’s command. He was a fantastic male specimen. He had always been a big guy but years of athletics had honed his body into a rock hard muscled machine. He was the poster boy for a gorgeous collage jock frat boy. But now that poster boy stood before him. In a pair of tight boots that laced up his bulging calves like something from World War II. Wear they stopped at the knee it was just exposed skin all for what seemed like miles. Showing every muscle and hair on his thick powerful thighs. His Cock and balls bulged obscenely beneath his almost nonexistent short leather shorts. The wide Zipper accentuated the length of his ever-hard cock ring encircled dick. The Shorts made his ass look huge. Like it was packed so tightly inside the leather that it rode high up on his body like a shelf beneath his back...and he could still feel the lewd but-plug filling his once virgin hole erotically.

A thick studded belt encircled his waste and two wide straps just out from it restricting his chest like he was a prisoner of the Leather and pushing his tired body into a state of constant attention. The large hoops that hung off his leather bindings however could not compare to the huge circles dangling from his purple nipples wide and engorged with pain sticking straight out from his forest of short hair. And finally the collar that encircled his already thick necks and made him look like a slave with its leash dangling humiliatingly behind him. The way he was dressed was a thousand times worse then being naked but it was his master’s pleasure not his that was important. “Yes sir?” he answered after he was done inspecting his trussed and hunky body.

“Now Brian if you saw the man in the mirror what would you think?”

“Well sir, I’d think he was a pervert.”

“Really? And what if I told you he loved to sing Opera.”

“Then Sir. “I’d say he was a queer too.”

“Well Boy,” he spoke hotly into Brian’s ear palming the boy’s high bubble butt ass tensely, “What would you say if I told you the man in the mirror loves to suck dick more the a big tittied blonde from a Porno? That he loved to bobb up and down on one until his jaw ached and went slack and he drooled down his mouth from numbness?”

“I’d say he was a fag sir.” Brian answered sadly.

“Exactly boy and that’s what you are. But don’t be sad. You’re proud to be a fag. You’re proud to be the hard body stud that you are. IT makes you happy when people stare at your impressive body on the street. It makes you hard to know other men get hard just looking at you. You boy are the proudest hottest queer in town.”

Brian Smiled realizing his master was right. He moved his hand up the side of his thigh onto his big bulky crouch and then up his Ab ripped chest tentatively tasting his sexuality with his fingertips. He was gay and the hottest piece of ass in three states. His master was so right.

Before they left Forman bought himself a pair of Leather chaps and an arm band, he said it was for “When they went out to all the bars.”

The walk to the car was great Brian strutted like a slut from a B-movie letting everyone on the street get a good look at his leather clad legs and tanned marble thighs, making sure to shake his big propped up bubble butt built from countless grass drills. Some men looked disgusted some leered lustfully but Brian knew as he rubbed his big package with both hands and sat back onto the head off his buttplug that they all wanted to touch his hot body and that he would be glad to let them if they would let him suck their cocks. It was a fair trade. Just like him. Faire Trade.

Once in the Cab of his Master’s SUV the coach had a hand on his exposed thigh and was massaging his hard cock through the leather as Brian licked his big hairy forearm. “We’re going to have to go back to your house and get your stuff boy.”

“Why master.”

“Because if you’re going to live with me I can’t buy you ALL your clothes.”

Brian laughed happily and leaned over unzipping his Master and Lover and giving his magnificent cock the attention it deserved. His collared head flew up and down over the dashboard and down between the Coach’s sweaty musky thighs as they drove through town. Foreman’s dick vibrated as his boy hummed tunelessly. Brian couldn’t wait to learn his first aria.